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Post by ANTONIA BEVERLY DAWSON. on Sept 19, 2012 13:42:12 GMT -5
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blinking away the all-too familiar face of her lost lover, antonia's jaw set further in place, her teeth coming to a hard grind together. it was clear from the strain in her facial expression that she wasn't the silent, strong type that deliberately took a spot on the end of the bar for conversation purposes. she only confirmed her demeanour when someone she didn't know shrugged into the bar stool beside her, shouting out to the bartender for a refill of her drink of choice, and another one for himself. as his call reached her ears, antonia slowly pinched her eyebrows together in an aggressive way, turning her head to shoot him a side-glanced glare. wordlessly, she raised her hands from her lap, allowing him to see the way she was toying with her most cherished switchblade.
it took him a moment to see it, but when he did, toni didn't say anything. instead, she continued to line underneath her index nail, working at a speed that only someone completely comfortable with a blade could. after an audible swallow, he slowly got up and tried to, politely, take another seat on the other side of the pub. when he wasn't able to see her anymore, antonia slowly let a smirk touch her lips, but it didn't last long. long enough to show it to the bartender in a silent thanks for the refill, but it left as soon as his back was turned to help another customer. she'd dropped the switchblade onto the bar's counter to switch it for her glass, and as soon as her fingers wrapped around the cool glass, she raised the rum and coke up to her lips almost a bit too eagerly.
tick. tick. tick.
setting the glass down, surprisingly resisting the strong urge to down the rest of it, antonia let her weary eyes connect with the watch on the inside of her left wrist. reading the time, only almost quarter after five in the evening, she slowly reached down with her right hand and unattached her badge from her belt. clunking it onto the counter beside her drink, she exhaled heavily and dropped her cheek within her now free palm. another day, another dollar.. another pathetic excuse for wasting away.
the front door rang, indicating that someone had entered the cozy pub, but antonia's eyes were too busy tracing the rigid edges of the switchblade she took everywhere to notice who it was. slowly, she lifted her left index finger to trace along the blade's side, feeling all the small knicks, and juts from where the blade had made contact with something too rough to pierce. following her finger with her eyes, she skimmed her fingertip down to the handle, where she allowed herself to scoop the handle up into her palm, and flip it up. without reacting, minus her eyes and her left hand, she caught the blade between her index and middle finger, hitting the safety's lock with her pinky as she did so, and folded it together using the momentum of her actions. dropping it to the counter, she reached for her drink again, only to hesitate mid-way.
she'd leaned up to take her sip, and it had waved a bit of her hair from her face, giving her a glimpse of a face from her past. she tried to write it off as being nothing, just another painful memory trying to worm its way back into her mind, but when she saw him again, there was no doubt in her mind as to who it was. benjamin kanst.
immediately, she turned around again, trying to pretend like she hadn't seen him, and hopefully, he wouldn't see her. raising her hand, she drained all of what was left inside the stubby glass, before putting it back down on the counter, and ordering herself another. 654 words . outfit . hope this is alright :] |
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Post by BENJAMIN JAMES KANST. on Sept 26, 2012 5:54:11 GMT -5
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'cause the night is dead crossed my mind when i crossed the bridge have you lost your mind and your wrist got bruised and you wanted better love well it's sleeping in your bedroom hold on stay on my side don't go if you could see me whoever i am it's not like a movie it's not all skin and bones so come on love i will not let you go
now that ben had somewhat settled down in his new apartment, he was finding it was difficult to adjust to normal life. he wasn't used to waking up and not having at least one other person in the room. the rest of the band had done a great job of pointing out how little he had thought the whole moving thing through. they were badgering him, wondering if ben's decision to move was permanent or if it really was just a vacation. for now, it didn't matter that ben was on the opposite side of the country, but when it came time to record, he was going to have to go back to new york. as usual, now that he was faced with an actual problem, he just wanted to turn and run. there was nothing for him in new york though. right now, carmel seemed a better place to be than anywhere else. ben couldn't leave before he found out if he and max had a chance, but he didn't want to rush things either.
the last couple weeks, ben had actually started furnishing his apartment and unpacking boxes. he'd made a trip back to new york to get the rest of his things. his apartment was looking more like someone was living there instead of a storage room. so far the bedroom and living room were somewhat furnished completely and the only boxes that remained were in the dining area. ben was still incapable of making himself a meal that didn't come from a package and involve using the microwave. needless to say, when he was too lazy to do that, ben was going through the takeout menus of the few places in town. at point, ben had tried to make actual food for himself, but he'd managed to catch a towel on fire before he even started cooking. after that small incident, ben hadn't even tried again. the stove was now his mortal enemy.
that day ben had taken a small break from setting towels on fire and unpacking to head into town. he'd been planning on getting a few of his tattoos touched up and he finally got around to doing it. while his tattoos were being done, ben struck up a conversation with the tattoo artist. naturally, the conversation led to why ben had left new york in the first place. it was a topic that he had wanted to avoid and for whatever reason, ben ended up having a heart to heart with the guy. by the time ben left, all he wanted was food and several drinks. mostly just alcohol. there was only one place in town that actually served decent food and drinks. with ben's sense of direction, it took him far longer than it should have to find the pride. he already knew that he would have a difficult time getting back home, but at the moment, ben didn't care.
the bell that rang when ben pushed open the door gave him a slight startle and he jumped away from the door a bit too quickly. clearing his throat, he shot a nervous smile at the few people who saw him jump. ben kept his head down as he walked over to the bar and took a seat. he took a few moments to glance over the menu before he ordered. the bartender had just walked away when ben realized he didn't have a drink in front of him. learning forward, he yelled after the bartender. "oh and vodka!" he sat back and muttered. "get me drunk, please." with a sigh, ben ran his hand over the stubble on his jaw and closed his eyes for a moment. sitting back up in his seat, he glanced around the pub. it didn't take long for him to spot the attractive female at the end of the bar. ben was discreetly checking her out when he realized that she was very familiar.
ben had to take a moment before he could place her, but when it finally clicked, he couldn't help but blurt out. "toni?" ben had to look around to make sure that he wasn't back in new york. for a split second, he was very confused. he didn't know toni very well, other than a few awkward double dates, but ben had been friends with her husband. "what are you doing in carmel?" ben winced at how rude that sounded and he was quick to try and correct himself. "i mean, how are you?"
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Post by ANTONIA BEVERLY DAWSON. on Oct 12, 2012 12:15:36 GMT -5
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at the sudden sound of her name slipping from his lips, however, toni's body nearly jolted, and her head snapped to his direction in surprise. at first all she could do was stare at him, her lips slightly parted as though there had been something on her tongue, ready to say, but nothing would form. she focused on his eyes, and her eyebrows pinched slightly; he looked horrible. not in a bad sense, but an emotional sense. the lines around his eyes weren't obvious to someone who wasn't used to seeing them, and the rough-look on his expression only made her assume that he wasn't in carmel celebrating his honeymoon with his new wife. and he was.. a lot more different than she remembered him being on their double dates. but, then again, ben had been happy those days. there wasn't anything to worry about, nothing to bring him down. whatever happened to take that familiar spark out of his eye, antonia refused to let herself ask. that was too personal, and by the looks of it, too painful to peacefully bring up.
"well, i'm breathing. i guess that's a start." she responded without much emotion, her voice seeming tired, though the look on her face wasn't quite the same; her eyes narrowed painfully, and her lips were pressed in a tight line, no doubt meant to be a forced smile. but how could she actually smile at the person who'd she only knew because of andrew? "you?" she questioned soon after answering him, not wanting to linger too much as to why she was simply just surviving, and nothing more.
the bartender placed her filled drink in front of her before he could respond, and without taking her eyes off ben's weary features, she grabbed the glass and lifted it up to her lips. swallowing a mouthful or two, she gingerly set the glass back down, slowly allowing her eyes to pull from ben to rest on the stirring liquid as it began to settle. she wasn't sure what to say to him, considering she had no idea whether or not if he knew about andrew's death. from the sounds of it, she doubted it, or else he more than likely would've known why she was no longer in the big city. after another slow sip, she finally bit the bullet and turned her full attention back to the man at her side.
"have you spoken to andrew's parents in the past few months?" she asked, seemingly casual, but her voice trembled when she asked. that was very uncharacteristic for antonia, normally a strong woman who could lie her way out of anything and make it believable. but here she was, stumbling over a simple question to a man she barely knew enough to actually call a proper friend. maybe it was because of ben's connections to him, or because having ben beside her made her feel uneven; andrew should've been there, with them, joking about the times he used to try and drink ben under the table, or the few times he actually did. frowning, antonia closed her eyes and lifted her free hand to rub at her temple, trying her hardest to make the thoughts vanish.
unfortunately, now with ben at her side, it was as though she was taking one step forward towards healing, and two steps back into her pain. 707 words . outfit . hopefully i gave you enough to work with. smack me if i didn't, and i'll fix it :] |
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